Guayaquil Guayaquil to Puerto Lopez For breakfast there's Marus mother of homemade corn bread. Maru brings me to the bus to downtown, where she works. Keep to this set of plastic handles, among which are advertising signs on both sides sealed.
It appears that the city of Guayaquil to be the only district that can be safely estimated alone. I can think of nothing better than to follow the route, of the guide "Reise Know-How" suggests. Before that, I suppose, given the desolate appearance of my shoe for the first time in my life the service of the decadent Schuhputzens ($ 1) to complete. However, I make sure that it's an adult. Then play: the cathedral with holy that glow around the head around. It follows a market area, including in the electrical, flowers, probably bad copied videos and wave in sight touted Nano cages. The "Mercado Artesenal" offers on the river bank all the things that I had anticipated earlier: Inka hats, scarves, gloves, jewelry, bags, to panpipes with colorful decorations, thus ensuring there is never have.
A break in the Guayafluss is cozy, but it is much mist over water and city. And all sorts of flotsam driven by: lemon juice, slippers, uprooted plants. Behind the restaurant, the Golden M (McDonald's) anchored a pirate ship, which guarantees that more facilities for prey turns would enter a cent. At a beautiful clock tower in Arabic ornaments follow impressive colonial buildings, a fancy yacht club, a work of art, Japanese style wooden forms combines with canvas, modern 100m high-rise buildings and a museum of railway cars in a fun mix of tower and children's slide. Behind the romantic hills of Santa Ana is going out with its colorful houses and alleys. Away from the river I find a square of houses with copies of paintings of local painters. Including a woman with a flower arrangement on the tower head, a tree with Monty Python's aesthetics, whose leaves are butterflies and pierce an Indian, the colorful feathers nose and ears. As in Boston, New York, old churches nestle against ten times as tall office buildings.
A Heartbreaking girls, it may be six minutes long tried to sell me probably pretty sticky candy. It even follows me. I stroke his head and advise him senseless, but better to go to school. When trying to record the event, my pen implodes. Two weeks impeccable Service, but now I have to replace him. After lunch, I'm fine pastry chain in the "Sweets and Coffee" experiment to test the most unknown to me obvious course: "humitas," a mash wrapped in corn leaves, he tastes like grits, eggplant and ... Corn.
bypass for 25 cents I had with the Metrobus again the entire city. I see another example of the concept of "airport city of millions," a green-yellow soccer field, a monument in which the leader enforced martial on the shoulders of his companions, his sword forward and a furniture store that its solid wood booths in a skeleton of blackened bricks has accommodated.
evening was one of the other couch surfers, with whom I had e-mail traffic, Kahyda, kindly tell me specifically organized for a meeting. After cruising through the city collect for the purpose of moving, and people's dinner is going on near the airport in the north, the open-air restaurant "Acropolis". It runs the Tango show a gentleman with a giant schnauzer, greased back hair and a dark pinstripe suit. Alternately, he tells stories for ten minutes about the origin and meaning of the dance moves and his partner for a minute, his hand in his pocket, like a coat rack on the podium. My joke, which was well parried Greek Tango is all hand with the note that it was is Argentine tango. The second bar, the "El Galeon de Artur's is located on the Santa Ana Hill. White columns, colorful teak steering wheels, light tubes and Seebärfiguren (bearded Freddy Quinn) dominate the interior. Last you go somewhere else miles away to the "Ojos De Perros Azul" ("eyes of the little dog"). A sea cat painting covers an entire wall. We drink beer with ice cubes.
had earlier in the evening I told Kahyda in Bavaria to make him "Michael" mostly "Michi". But just call me only my parents. Blame: She did the whole evening "Michi" said to me. I have it, "Mama called. She looks like a tango fantasy.
Contemporary Art.
Heartbreaking.
following the corn breakfast today like a fish lunch. Marus father asks me countless questions about Germany, air and travel plans, of which I understand only a fraction. And this answer can hardly turn. With the English's is common on the plains such a thing: In contrast to the Sierra (Andean), people often seem combination of these to say, sometimes I would see the whole, not even as English.
At the bus station I find the switch of the bus company not that Maru has called me. A guy babbles at me, takes me back, brings me to another counter where you pay ten cents fee for the use station. On the platform where the buses depart, he has won. I've torn the thing too late. The dollar, which he wants, he has earned it.
in the lumber-room on wheels is the air. I sit down at one of the few slid sliding window. It is a well-kept, Asian mass murder movie. After the breakfast I made a courtesy I drank coffee (had stopped four years ago with it), I get nasty migraine ä ne. In a traffic jam on the highway determined run hundreds of food and drink vendors through the bus and I bawl their range into the ear. At idle planes follow hilly bush steppes. In Viapaoderso increases to once a whole Busbesetzung in the previously half-empty carriage. In between, squeeze flog, new distributor, the coconut pieces and colorful penny books. Then again, canyons, central kitchen and roads of mud and potholes. Going uphill in first gear, the motor turns at the wheel abruptly appeared regularly on the Pacific behind the hills.
Half an hour later, I book myself in Puerto Lopez Hotel Itapoa: beautiful, individually timbered bungalows, hammocks in it, and before that, and even a decent bathroom. I'm booking the next day's activity ä t. The day ends with an expensive ($ 5), but positive in the local shrimp tortilla "Vina del Mar". The Migr prevents PLANS that I f UR still a punchline simp ä filled.
Models at the beach promenade.
Whale watching Au SSSR the beach promenade is the fishing village of Puerto Lopez, a single br öselnder scrap heap. Along the promenade stray dogs on beach bars made of boards. Past busty mannequins in fashionable one-splitters in order to swirl around customer loose, dreir ä DRiG Taxis dust. A man calls InBr ünstig "Cameron" ("shrimp") through the streets SSE. "Fish y cameron. Hanging on the handlebars of his bicycle, an old bucket. The H Aeus are bare brick, with some restaurants you have at least the facade plastered up deleted. Cuban T öne emphasize the morbid charm. A call Walagentur in the form of a red wooden crate to angepinselten "Wiston Churchill", a n every block I breathed a type "Whale watching" in his ear. Before 's but so far, I still visit the fishermen. Its fleet of f ive dozen former white must, blue, green ünen boats rocking in front of the market, where the fishing is already on the grill. What's in the Riobamba Schweinefr ühst Ueck, here fried grouper with rice and banana. A man collects a small twitch hammerheads to them, as I sp ethereal experience, the sea at the ückzugeben.
Wlady had recommended the agency "Machachilla Tours" because the best boat h aett. I gather myself with a Neuseelen changeable, a Frenchman and a Swiss . Until it goes to sea, but are still picked up in three other providers Walinteressierte. Pelicans on the beach to help the fishermen at work, they swallow linealgro SSE marine species as a whole. Eleven people and I exchange shoes for life jackets, and it goes full tilt on the applied lake. Drau must circles a pigeon wing on DELAYS äteten fishing boats.
The election observation point is located forty kilometers west, in the Isla de la Plata (Silver Island). After ten minutes, immersed tats ächlich a pair of humpback whales. come from Antarctica to mate here . This pair seems to be discussing some water to have. How does that sound , one can on a CD of two thousand one after ö ren. When we wear the shoes again, enters the n EXT charge Boatspeople the 5x2 km large SSE island.
Once we learn the "Bluefeetbooby" know, a brown-white bird with need t ürkisen F ü need that f willingly UR us tourists posing . A star-shaped fruit that grows everywhere, serves as a sponge when abpellt the shell. diving everywhere new Türkisf ü ssler on. Raubv Oegel medium size ö SSE look at the matter from above. We reach picturesque chalk cliffs, like they usually only see on Sunday nights on ZDF. The color is the island called "Plata" ("Silver") awarded. However, tr ägt also the dark bird droppings contribute to the color. Fregattenv Oegel make air shows. The most elegant k it Önner but the albatross. F vultures are ÜR the evolution ary selection of breeding states of the other V Oegel incom. Below the cliffs, the Boobies at once gr üne F ü SSE. Among many is a shaky young, some already beflaumt. The parents mark the breeding aett ßem with white droppings.
snorkel from the boat We in the Cretaceous bays. We see Barracuda, trumpet, clown fish, sea urchins, colored and common perch.
Then the second attempt with the whales. Whale watching works as fol need: You see a font PLANS, a tail-or R ückenflosse. The boat is heated to it. The whales sink into the sea. Minutes later ethereal they appear anywhere else again. And so on. But suddenly we h Ören a big SSES copy aufschnaufen twenty meters next to us. Three colleagues even jump out of the water. One of them even r ückw Aerts.
In Puerto Lopez a horde of children on waiting Bank on us. If I understand correctly, they want to wash our F ü SSE.
evening I eat great fish marinated in the restaurant "Spandylus. Two T ürsteher guard a completely empty club. The whole night life revolves around the campfire on the beach in front of a beach bar. The other is managed, but not investigated. Locals make a Vorturner Polon äse to the fire. I meet again the Swiss Thierry. He already left for half a year by S üdamerika. His cultural pessimism on theft and fraud in Latin American L change I like but do not completely share. Ecuador finally gives me stories like this every day.
hammerhead shark.
snorkeling off of the silver island.
Contemporary Art. 
Heartbreaking. 
